
Everyone here is offering psychological explanations. As a clinical psychologist myself, I understand that yes trauma and a childhood devoid of love or filled with violence can shape someone into a person who lacks empathy. But that doesn’t justify harmful behavior.
Because the truth is: you’ll find people from similar backgrounds who choose completely different paths. Your circumstances may explain your pain, but they don’t excuse cruelty.
I’m not here to judge what’s right or wrong on a personal level. But I will say this clearly: hurting others is never the right choice and it can never be justified. Not in reality, not in fiction.
It shouldn’t be romanticized or written off to make characters more "complex" or popular. Violence is not love. It’s not a tool for emotional depth. And as someone who works closely with the human psyche, I know exactly how deeply stories shape minds how they influence what we accept, expect, and even desire.
Writers and readers alike need to be more mindful. Because narratives matter.
Well, we are human too. We also do all the naughty stuff. What matters is being ethical and professional. And I give all my trust and love and that's matter.
If you're curious, my personal reason for reading yaoi is bc I'm bi and live in a very strict environment. I always feel like I need something that breaks the rules and helps me breathe.
Other than that, I have a very busy mind sometimes it just feels best to giggle like a teenager, having fun. :)
Give me a BL character, and I will analyze the character.
He is a delicate soul, not in body but in spirit one who seems untouched by the sharp edges of the world, yet painfully vulnerable to its cruelty. His mind follows a path of its own, diverging from common logic, making him seem both naive and profound at once. A loner, not by choice but by nature, he longs for connection yet finds himself set apart, his unusual ways forming an invisible barrier between him and others.
There is an innocence to him, an unpracticed purity, as if life’s harsher lessons have only glanced off him rather than sinking in. He is drawn to strong, dependable people, not out of weakness, but out of a deep appreciation for the bonds between individuals, bonds he admires yet struggles to form. And though his protective nature speaks of quiet strength, there is a fragility in him, a tenderness that makes one want to shield him from the world he so earnestly tries to understand.
He is a presence that lingers, remarkable, grounding, and undeniably magnetic. There is a quiet confidence in the way he moves through the world, not always decisive, yet never lost. He lets life carry him at times, adapting with an effortless grace born from necessity. Change has shaped him, demanding flexibility, and he has answered with resilience, bending but never breaking.
He is both a sanctuary and a seeker; because he knows himself. his strengths, his weaknesses, his limits. he can offer others the safety he has carved out within himself. Hard work is woven into his being, not just in effort but in the sheer dedication he brings to all he does. And beauty, his beauty is not merely in form but in presence, in essence, in the way he exists fully, unapologetically, as himself.
Cirrus is a storm contained within a single soul, turbulent, unpredictable, a clash of tenderness and severity. Love and cruelty are intertwined in him, not as contradictions, but as two faces of the same desperate longing. He is full of doubt, questioning his place in the world, questioning whether he even deserves to exist as he is. Yet, beneath all his uncertainty, there is a deep and aching thirst to give love, to pour himself into another, even when he fears he may never receive it in return.
But love is a threat to him, a force too powerful, too destabilizing. When it creeps too close, fear takes hold, and he reacts rashly, defensively. The cruelty in him is not malice; it is a shield, a reflex, a desperate attempt to control what he cannot bear to lose. If he does not heal, if he cannot find a way to hold love without letting it destroy him, he will become the very thing he fears, a force of destruction, not just to others, but to himself.
This means that even when the person who wounded you dies, their presence will always remain in your life. Even death can’t erase the pain and trauma they caused